Webs of passion were woven hard Then I lay dormant in retreat I have been longing for something Eons have passed in between Madness was easy to execute I gathered all that I could This was an insatiable pursuit Everything became easy to come I was obligated to further seek In the vastness that I could touch Nothing was beyond me The macrocosm felt minute I kept on searching out there to find someone of my proportions Who could feel as i have felt Was this a failure I could not accept All the barren moons in grief All the stars that were scattered Why everything was built Did it really mattered ? The curiosity has been defeated The passion turned bleak destruction will soon prevail Obsolescence will be my fate In a prison of infinite walls I shall slumber without a dream
Through the celestial valleys and eclectic voids of creation scavenging forever and devouring planets Trapped for an eternal hunger that lingers like a static smoke an ancient beast that cannot die but survive cosmic catastrophes Its existence triggers chaos and brings an apetite for destruction Satiation is in denial Like an insane animal of primal instincts, raw and unrestrained till the end of the time who consumed stars and collided with galaxies born even before the origin began whose hysteria was the dawn of the universe who was a denouement of an unholy genesis of darkness whose unheard screams echoes with eternity slowly turning entropy into disaster transcending turmoil into reality sometimes dead, sometimes immortality waking it up, Never to sleep but still be gripped by a slumber that is everlasting, sailing through the boundless space to seek solace through the interstice of uncertainty and all the reality that conveys that it can go nowhere but has to feed to the need that grows like roots from a seed No axe can cut down the trunk Death wouldn't dare to come close But only to ripple and rip apart it's touch is all the revelation for the unattainable culmination He who carries the curse of the macrocosm conjures the symptoms of a begining without an end
Dear You, Just read on. You'll feel better maybe. Just sway to the tunes your ears are listening to. It could be a static, but move. Get up and groove To the music of the Real world. Listen cautiously to the early morning music Of the brushing of trees with the winds, Of the mynahs training their voices, Of the tingly grass under your bare foot Scraping off the dust in style, Of the azure moon's deep sleep slumbers, Of the rooster's natural alarm, Of the bright orange Sun crooning to all this.
Did your brain clique? No? It won't. Because this was no solution to your writers' block. But an attempt to bring you out of the discomfort of not able to write. Try this out and let me know if it helped your mind relax! Until then goodbye! Happy living!
In search of an open door A silver curtain slab her way Her heart's long despair When her day begins Seems come as it ends A string of hope slowly fading Good memories start blurring There were always goodbyes Than more uttered hello
Though she won't say goodbye for now But to sing the last chorus of Titan's rhyme Where goodbye lies in songbirds Singing melancholy up high In auburn muddied sky Echoing across the luscious evergreen Tonight the last goodbye cradled and sighed Peacefully lies in pink casket Of her wooden unclad old canvas
Goodbyes are just words that all used to be Or the last farewell of embrace to her last gust Sweet is goodbye for the one who loves That's better said than gone without trace Left somewhere in the darkened sun
This morning solitude when sorrow cease I finally make my way to sail my boat with joy on annexes of silent row the light is shining bright a glorious day full of grace with all the dewdrops glint grasses on their luxurious green the skies leaden blue wintry hope exists, heart's contented so as I embrace the morning elixir with love, kindness and forgiveness